cloud on my tongue

it isn’t as pretty as you’d like to guess
in your memory, you’re drunk on your awe to me
it doesn’t mean anything at all.

dear jeff mangum,

this fits. it fits more than i'd like to admit.

aeroplane is one of those records i want to share, but i like feeling like it's mine.

come out of your music hiding. you are too brilliant to not be out there counteracting all the crap out there today.

love, katharine.

what it is that you're chasing after

dear lily allen,

even though i just listened to one of your songs & it made me feel like shit, you are wise. i don't know... it is something that i just needed to hear and thanks to that lovely accent of yours, it absorbs some of the pain.

-katharine

the girl at the rock show

Dear Thomas Matthew DeLonge Jr,

i was at your show tonight at jones beach. now that i have finally seen a band of yours live, i can officially say that you are every bit obnoxious in real life as you have been in my mind for the last couple years. you are 33 years old. talking about fucking dads & constant penis jokes during your set is just sad.

travis flawlessly played his drums hanging in the air & sideways. you fucked up a good amount of your songs tonight with your feet flat on the ground.

not cool my friend, not cool.

love always,
katharine.

you question your vulnerability

sarah harmer,

oh, how your musical interludes slay me. i have been listening to 'all of our names' for the past 30 minutes. this album is the one out of the three that i never got into. ['you were here' was my bible in high school. 'i'm a mountain' made me think liked bluegrass music for a couple months back in 2006.] but i think this listen might cause me to really fall into this record. please return to the united states soon so i can once again be in awe of your talent and beauty.

thanks for everything, katharine.

ps. it took me eight years to finally see you live. i don't want to wait that long again. so any time before 2012 would be grand.